fergodsakes

Last year when I posted FERGODSAKES, I was very thankful for all the amazing support I received and the generous amount of views my hype video got. I was even more blessed to see players tweet it out and to see via the analytics that most of the views came from MGoBlog. I love this community so much!

When I made that video, I had no intention of making it a yearly thing, but a poster said he couldn't wait to see what I would do "next year." Well, I decided to have a recurring hype video, so without further ado, here's the 2013 edition of FERGODSAKES.

Although we got a nice summary of ostensibly the same talking points from the Michigan version of this, here's a horrifically shot hour long video of Hoke's presentation (audio is decent though). Enjoy:

Sometime after the 2003 incarnation of The Game, I remember walking past a belligerent Ohio State fan by Bell's Pizza on my way back to my house on Packard Avenue across from the weird laundromat/hardware store/hot-dog shop that sits on the very end of Arch Street. I can't really recall the specifics, but he was angrily belittling Michigan despite the outcome of the game. I believe a beer or a punch was thrown by Ohio-guy, who was easily pushed to the ground and subdued by a throng of Michigan Men enjoying the opportunity to righteously enact some minor harmless violence on a Buckeye mouth-breather. We were sick of the cockiness and undeserved arrogance that 2002 had brought to their already aggravating fan base. Until that win we had little to say in response. Now? We were back. Our fall from the mountain brief.

The cops came and it was broken up. We all laughed about how stupid a guy must be to initiate a fight with Michigan fans in Ann Arbor after The Game. Our sense of superiority - already mounting after the victory and the subsequent field-storming - grew ever larger. We were content. Order had been restored to the Michigan football universe after a national championship was delivered to Columbus the previous fall. We planned a trip to Los Angeles for the Rose Bowl that coming New Year's.

I recalled that moment this week for a number of reasons, not the least of which was my desire to feel connected somehow to the emotions that must be flowing through Ann Arbor right now. I couldn't recall whether I had joined the fray. I believe a handful of my friends had, and I somewhat often found myself needlessly entering frays in college and shortly thereafter. While this was partially due to some heightened sense of duty to my friends - although that usually was my (post-hoc) justification - I've always found that there's something inherently and undeniably thrilling about knocking someone down who deserves it. Also, blind rage. That doesn't suit my narrative though.